[Watching the two of them, the way the little shit glared at him, churlish and prickly and angry, Wolfwood felt a little like he was losing his mind. How...was this Millions Knives?
How...
Fuck. Fuck, uck, FUCK.
He dropped to a crouch near the door, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses, watching every motion the kid made with intense focus. He didn't even realize when his hand slipped into the front of his jacket, clenching around the grip of his sidearm, until the ache in his knuckles pegged him onto it. But he didn't draw the gun. And he didn't take his hand away.
One shot. One shot was all it could take to stop all of the horror before it happened.
Just one bullet.
But he was just a kid. Could he even-...? Could he do it? He should! Vash would despise him for it, but maybe it was worth it, if it made sure none of the horrors they'd been forced to live had to come to pass!
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How...
Fuck. Fuck, uck, FUCK.
He dropped to a crouch near the door, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses, watching every motion the kid made with intense focus. He didn't even realize when his hand slipped into the front of his jacket, clenching around the grip of his sidearm, until the ache in his knuckles pegged him onto it. But he didn't draw the gun. And he didn't take his hand away.
One shot. One shot was all it could take to stop all of the horror before it happened.
Just one bullet.
But he was just a kid. Could he even-...? Could he do it? He should! Vash would despise him for it, but maybe it was worth it, if it made sure none of the horrors they'd been forced to live had to come to pass!
So...why wasn't he just taking the shot???]